I traveled 600kms the other day to visit some friends from a previous life. From the concrete jungle I now live in, through the rich tapestry of trees in the Blue Mountains, already teetering on the verge of brushfire season, having barely recovered from the previous year. And on, heading West, until I am in parched, open […]

I saw a sign the other day in one of those cute shops that has everything you could possibly need to make your home cosy – or just cluttered. It read, “Do More of What You Love.” I know… it’s corny, but it struck a chord. The ‘I’m 43 and I refuse to allow this to […]

Turning 43 caught me by surprise. It was so… well… underwhelming. It was so unlike turning 40, which I spent in NYC wearing frocks, eating cupcakes at the Magnolia Bakery, sipping apple martinis, sighing over jewellery at Tiffany’s, reliving scenes from ‘Big’ at Coney Island and even being pick-pocketed (thanks for that, btw). The only thing turning […]